Posts have been a little text-lite lately, due in part to how lazy I am and partly to how hard that makes it for me to type very much. Sorry about that! I know my readers appreciate a well thought-out post with insights, humor and references to gay things and so I’ve packed all of those things into this post PLUS a complementary year-long subscription to More (the magazine for women over forty!)
I have some big blog news to share with y’all that I've been withholding 'til I had this most perfectly introspective pose worked out. Drumroll please: I'm moving to New York! I’m not sure what to expect, but I expect it will be just like Sex and the City meets Friends. I don’t have a new job to tell you all about, or even a new apartment from which to Instagram my breakfasts, but I have some kind friends who have agreed to open their doors to me while I try and land on my feet. What more could a young man ask for? Except for an older gentleman suitor who wants to keep me so blinged out I feel like Trina. Joke! Joke?
It’s my goal to continue growing this blog and I hope that New York offers me more collaborators, more compelling content and, of course, more readers! Hopefully you’re as excited as I am to see how just how ridiculous my outfits get, what color poo I’ll scribble on pictures of my first and last lunch at Balthazar and how I “un-decorate” the walls of the abandoned car out of which I’ll be living using only all of the skills I’ve learned in the last year and old gum. And just in case you thought I was too busy “preparing” for this move that’s only two weeks away to keep my head in the proverbial game of style blogging: here I'm wearing my new vintage Kenneth Cole boots that are litrahlly so cute I could feed myself to a bear.
photos Joel Codiamat
